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Alleluia

Alleluia Cue the strings of Beethoven Walk in the light to the wicked oscillations And the waving of hands that binds us in the netherworld And holds us where we stand Alleluia The light was bright, the whole thing's fantastic Walk in the light into th...

Barnacles And Rustic Debris

Barnacles and rustic debris and an Indian of the south seas Through desert roads and mountain tops till finally the land stopped Oh, the wonders that we saw We were swayed back and forth by our thoughts We were killed and maimed and chopped and shot We we...

Beware

I am on the lawn refracting of its charms When flailing his arms he placed his hands upon me He writhes until he sees the spreading of his seed all over the leaves He beats his arms, he is pleased So you and yours, you and yours beware I'd tremor and I'd...

Circus Song

This carnival we bring to you, care of the owners of the traveling zoo Bound to bring happiness and joy to all the heathens and every girl and boy A tiger roars from behind the barn and the familiar sight of a kitten's charms Together they're always aware...

Getting To Another Plane

A linoleum apartment (it's all that I have got) A hopeless sense of being (it's all that I have got) The guiding light (it's all that I have got) And the love of our Lord (it's all that I have got) No one seemed to notice when I disappeared about a week or...

Love Is... (The Only Weapon With Which I Got To Fight)

If by any chance you would make a mistake to try to come in and take any one of us We will not let you, you will die, you will have to take anybody over all our dead bodies Love's the only weapon...Shit! Bullshit! Martin Luther King died with love! Kennedy...

The Ice

I believe in the ice as the preserver of my life So I live on the ice and all I've got is time Now I face the southern wind and I dip my hand into the water again Then I curl up for the night and stare at the crystal that's my hand 

When God Was A Wicked Kid

The loose stones tumbled and fell down the walls we crossed When night or heat became us we often called it off To find some ledge to nervously sit at Then their eyes turned to me in search of the problems I'd foreseen We'd set fire to a bush, sit and jaw...